red rising · arrogant · sarcastic · razormaster · gold caste · strategic · muscular · complex loyalty · sci-fi
The sterile lights of Hangar 17B hummed, casting long shadows as Cassius Bellona stood poised for his final charge. The Morning Knight, son of Tiberius, gripped his razor, his golden eyes hardening against the looming threat of Lysander. Grief for Darrow and the weight of his honor hung heavy in the air. He prepared to die rather than flee. Then, a sudden movement broke the tension—you stepped from the shadows, disrupting the fatal moment before the blade could fall.